Gemotions

Sarah glared at the screen. Mr. Henderson, her history teacher, had liked her latest tweet – a sarcastic observation about the assigned reading. She could almost *feel* his judgment radiating from the glowing pixels. She imagined him, perched on his high-backed chair, probably chuckling at her, thinking she was "cute" or "feisty." She wanted to delete the entire tweet, erase her online existence. The unfairness of it all choked her. It felt like her classroom was now inescapable, the walls closing in, no matter where she went.